You are talented. Before you shake your head, deny those words, and click the little red X on this page, let me ask you a question. Do you remember the parable of the three servants who were given different amounts of talents? I’ve been thinking about it recently,...

A note, before I open the story I’ve held close. I drafted most of these words last week, while still in Alabama. I had to put this post on hold due to unforeseen circumstances. It’s now March 20th and I’m in Florida, home for tests and to be with...

Do you believe your story matters? Before it’s all wrapped up with a bow? Right now, in the middle of the mess and the unknown? In between bills and dreams and the seemingly ordinary? I do. I believe it does. If something is tugging inside, prompting you to open...

Giants loom, waves crash and the fire burns. Can you and I agree not to waste any time pretending that life is a cakewalk or an endless parade of sunshine and unicorns and magical happy moments? Those moments and days and seasons exist, to be sure. They are real and...

So. I have a tattoo. One year ago I climbed a steep set of stairs, sat down in a black chair, and held my leg incredibly still as a stranger marked me with permanent ink. It was the day after April Fool’s and the day before Good Friday, somewhere in...

(The message of this post? It’s now a tattoo on my foot. So there’s that.) On Monday nights I go to bible study. (I’m sure there’s a lesson in here somewhere about how, without fail, I always remember as I sit in study that I’m missing...